Perhaps the disciples in the dueling arena were immersed in the atmosphere of the battle and didn't think too much about it. But, the surnamed youth was able to clearly see Qin Yu's strength from the perspective of a bystander.
In particular, Qin Yu's final strike had left the youth shocked. He could see several different bloodlines within Qin Yu's body and he could see just how powerful Qin Yu was. In particular, the several barriers of light that had cracked apart left the youth even more terrified.
What made the young man even more frightened was that Qin Yu's aura was even stronger in the last collision. It was as if he was still in his peak condition. The young man couldn't believe it. Even if he was in that kind of collision, he wouldn't be able to withstand it.
It could be said that although the young man didn't see the battle with his own eyes, but from the memory crystal, he knew that this madman was definitely a monster on the same level as Senior Brother Wan Wudi. If Song Xianglong fought, he would lose without a doubt.
If it was a normal battle, the young man wouldn't interfere. After all, it was impossible for a person to live without tasting defeat. Moreover, losing a battle would bring great benefits.
But this time was different. Once Song Xianglong lost, it meant that he would have to carry Qin Yu's shoes in the future. Although he wouldn't really carry Qin Yu's shoes, his reputation would follow him for life.
And Song Xianglong was young and full of vigor, he would be greatly affected. Once a heart demon formed, it was very likely that Song Xianglong would be destroyed.
Even if Song Xianglong survived, how could a future disciple of the Yin Life and Death Sect carry the shoes of an ordinary disciple?
This was enough to make Song Xianglong unable to raise his head for the rest of his life.
Therefore, the young man only had one thought in his mind, and that was to come out and stop this bet. Only then could he turn the tide. Even if he was ridiculed for losing without a fight, it was still better than Song Xianglong losing.
When the young man arrived at the arena, the arena was still full of people. Shocking discussions formed a sound wave that spread out.
The young man glanced at the many disciples and his gaze fell on Song Xianglong, who had a solemn expression on his face. After pondering for a while, he shifted his gaze to the white-haired Qin Yu, who was sitting cross-legged in the huge pit in the arena.
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The caste youth did not immediately stop or warn Song Xianglong. Instead, he lurked in the crowd, waiting for the right time.
Three. Two Three.
Qin Yu, who was sitting cross-legged in the huge pit, opened his eyes. Compared to before, Qin Yu's face was even paler, and with his head full of white hair, he looked even older.
Qin Yu's cloudy eyes swept across the crowded arena. He squinted his eyes, but his heart was filled with joy. No matter how long he could stay in this Life and Death Secret Realm, at least he wouldn't have to worry about contribution points anymore.
Qin Yu slowly stood up and soared into the air. He looked at the waiting area indifferently and was slightly stunned.
There were originally ninety-nine people in the waiting area. However, at some point in time, there were only two people left … One of them was Song Xianglong.
This caused Qin Yu to be somewhat startled. In his opinion, even if the battle with Wang Chuang had shocked everyone, there should still be disciples who were unwilling to accept the outcome of the battle. But now … there was not a single one. This caused Qin Yu to be somewhat puzzled.
Qin Yu didn't know that after his last collision with Wang Chuang, except for Song Xianglong, no one else had the slightest intention to fight.
Wang Chuang, who was ranked second on the Power Rankings, was knocked unconscious, but Qin Yu seemed to be fine … How could these disciples dare to fight with Qin Yu?
No matter how unwilling he was, and no matter how much his heart ached for the bet, he could only forcefully endure it. If he ascended the Battle Arena and was unable to even withstand a single move, wouldn't he become a laughingstock?
Those who could take out one hundred thousand contribution points were all extraordinary people, so few of them were willing to become a laughingstock.
Qin Yu pondered for a moment and shouted, "The second one!"
The noisy arena instantly quieted down. Qin Yu's voice echoed throughout the arena, but no one walked up to the arena.
Seeing this, Qin Yu said indifferently, "After one hundred breaths, it will be considered as a forfeit!"
Soon, after one hundred breaths, no one walked up to the arena. Qin Yu said indifferently, "The third one!"
"The fifth one!"
"The ninth one!"
…
"The 58th one!"
When Qin Yu shouted the 87th one, the disciple who was with Song Xianglong at the waiting area took a step forward. His face was full of hesitation. Seeing Qin Yu standing in the air with an indifferent expression, the disciple took a deep breath and stopped.
Qin Yu glanced at the disciple, then looked at Song Xianglong and continued to shout, "The 89th one …"
"The 95th one!"
…
Qin Yu's voice echoed in the arena. All the disciples were shocked. They didn't expect that no one would dare to fight with Qin Yu. This was equivalent to Qin Yu obtaining an astronomical number of contribution points without any effort …
This made countless disciples feel very uncomfortable. This was probably the easiest contribution point gain in history … The funny thing was that before this, they actually thought this person was crazy.
As for the disciple who 'added fuel to the fire', he had already fled Battle Peak in fear. He wasn't afraid of Qin Yu finding trouble with him, but he was afraid that those who participated in the bet would remember him.
"The 100th one!"
When Qin Yu shouted the 100th one, his eyes fell on Song Xianglong. What surprised Qin Yu was that Song Xianglong, who had a serious expression before, now had a determined expression.
Just as Song Xianglong slowly walked towards the arena, a deep voice sounded, "Wait!"
Song Xianglong, who had only taken a few steps, heard this voice and his body shook. He quickly turned around to look at the source of the voice. Everyone else also turned around in confusion.
"As a prospective disciple of the Yin Life and Death Sect, why do you want to fight with an ordinary disciple?
Could it be that in your eyes, there are no sect rules to speak of?? "The deep voice echoed in the arena. The speaker was the young man.
After everyone heard this, their expressions changed greatly. They looked at Song Xianglong who had already walked to the edge of the arena in disbelief.
"A prospective disciple of the Yin Life and Death Sect?
A prospective disciple second only to the nine Sequence Disciples?? "Everyone widened their eyes and looked at Song Xianglong in shock.
Previously, some people had guessed Song Xianglong's identity, but no one expected Song Xianglong's background to be so great.
Although he was only a prospective disciple, he was still a prospective disciple of the Yin Life and Death Sect. He was a heaven-defying monster who was above all the previous Sequence Disciples!
Song Xianglong turned to look at the gloomy young man. He was stunned for a moment. He wanted to say something but hesitated. After pondering for a long time, he said, "Senior Brother Zhong, I have a bet with him …"
"How dare you! Could it be that you want to ignore the sect rules?
Why aren't you coming with me?
If you want to bet, wait until his status rises in the future. "The young man shouted fiercely.
Song Xianglong's face was full of unwillingness, but he was raised by the young man. He didn't dare to go against him. However, if he didn't fight today, wouldn't he become a laughing stock?
After hesitating for a long time, Song Xianglong said, "Senior Brother Zhong, even if it's against the sect rules, I want to fight with him!"
The young man's face twitched. He said sternly, "A prospective disciple of the Yin Life and Death Sect, fighting with an ordinary disciple … If this spreads out, Master's face will be lost because of you!
Why aren't you coming with me?
Could it be that you want Master to come out?? "
Song Xianglong's body trembled violently. He clenched his teeth and the struggle on his face became more intense. After a long time, he took a deep breath and turned to look at Qin Yu. He said sternly, "Our bet will be postponed. When you become the tenth prospective disciple, it will be the day of our battle!" After that, Song Xianglong turned his head and left.
According to the sect rules, the prospective disciples of the Yin Life and Death Sect were not allowed to fight with disciples below the prospective disciples of the previous generations!
Qin Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smile. How could he not see the young man's intention?
However, he wouldn't point it out. The battle with Wang Chuang had backfired on him and he still needed a long time to recover.